nother moan of pleasure.
"Get on the bed," he ordered her. Monica walked backwards until the back of her knees hit the bed. She scooted up on the mattress, feeling the cool sheets under her thighs, and moved further back . Gabe followed her moveme nts, his eyes smoldering .
"Take off your panties and spread your legs," he commanded once she was on the bed.
Monica did as she was told. She felt the cool air brush against her as she spread her legs. Her breathing was shallow and her mouth was dry as she watched Gabe watching her. Gabe licked his lips as his eyes focused like a laser on her luscious core.
"I see you're already wet for me," he said as he closed the distance between them. Gabe lifted Monica's leg, his hand running from her knees to her ankles, as he brought it towards his mouth. He kissed the inside of her ankle, working his way up her calves to her inner thighs. Monica felt a tingling at each point his lips met her skin. Gabe nibbled the skin at her thighs, as he lightly traced his fingers over the soft tuft of hair covering her mound. Monica brought her hips up wanting more, but Gabe held back. He moved his lips to her other leg and started the whole tease again, placing soft kisses down her thighs and ending at her ankles.
"Gabe, please..." Monica begged . She wanted him, all of him right then. The anticipation was pure torture. Gabe smiled at her wickedly as he ignored her pleas.
"So impatient," he chided. He moved up the bed, his solid body pressing her against the mattress. His eyes were gleaming as he looked down at her. Monica was utterly lost in them. He lowered his head until his lips were just brushing hers. Monica couldn't hold back and brought her lips up to meet his. He seemed momentarily caught off guard before he responded to her urgent kisses. His lips were fierce and consuming.
Monica relished the feel of his weight on her; his firm body press ing her against the mattress as his mouth plunged into her. He whispered her name against her lips sending shivers down her spine. Gabe moved his head down leaving a hot trail of kisses against her jaw, down her neck, and to her collar bone. His lips and hands were everywhere, tasting her, touching her, teasing her. He stopped at the swell of her breasts before plunging down and taking a bud in his mouth. His tongue swirled around the puckered bud. Monica felt like a ball of nerves, each caress stoking the fires within her as she threw her head back in ecstasy. Gabe moved lower down her body and placed himself before her . She wanted him to take her right then and there; to claim her and make her his. Her breaths were coming in short ragged gasps, and her body was tense like a tightly wound coil ready to spring at the slightest touch.
"Gabe, I need you," she pleaded.
Gabe didn't need any further encouragement. His hands were on her thighs parting them slowly as he lowered his head. Monica felt a jolt of electricity and arched her back as she felt his mouth wrap around the heat between her thighs . She dug her heels into his back pressing him closer to her as her hands wound in his hair. She felt his tongue swirl and tease her clit and moaned in pleasure. Gabe moved from her clit and down, sliding between her moist lips, licking up and down in a slow rhythm .
Monica bucked under him as h e pushed his tongue further in her slick wet slit sending her into frenzy. Her body was tense as she focused on that sweet explosion she knew was within reach. When Gabe pressed two fingers inside her warm core while his tongue circled her sensitive clit, Monica couldn't hold back. She thrust her hips down meeting Gabe's strokes with her own and felt her own climax coming. With a loud primal cry, she let go as her body unwound in a frantic quivering frenzy. She bucked her hips, and thrashed violently on the bed letting the climax overtake her. Her mind went blank as she gave in and focused entirely on the feeling of release.
"Oh yes! Yes! Gabe...oh my God!" she